Title- Comfort
Author- KirinaJ@yahoo.com
Rating and Warnings- Slashy themes PG15
Pairing- Vic/Shane (The Shield)
Timeframe- End of Season 1
Disclaimer- I do not own any of the characters in this story. 
No copyright infringement is intended.

	They were all that he cared about Corrine and the kids. 
They were his life, the reason he did the things, the reason he kept going, 
kept fighting. And now they were gone and he knew the reason, no matter how
much he wanted to deny it, to scream and shout “WHY?” He knew that it was his fault,
 that he’d driven them away with his absences that the Gilroy mess had just 
been the last straw for Corrine. Still he couldn’t stand that fact that she 
hadn’t trusted him enough to wait, for him to explain everything to her, 
for him to make things better between them, if she’d just waited like he’d told her to.
	
	He couldn’t stay in that house, his ruined and empty house. 
Without them there he couldn’t bear it. He drove blindly, unthinking and found 
himself at Shane’s place, somewhere he could hide from all the pain.		

	Shane looked surprised to see him, concerned but he didn’t try and force
him to open up and spill his guts over the coffee table.

“Corrine left me.” Those three words were all that needed to be said. 
Shane sat with him, arm around his shoulder as he broke down for the second 
time that night. Silent tears, no words just shaking sobs of grief and rage 
and frustration. He let it all go and Shane was there silently holding on to him, 
the calm in the centre of Vic’s storm. And after the rivers of tears had dried up 
and the shaking had subsided Shane looked into his eyes and told him that everything
would be OK, that they’d never had a problem that they hadn’t been able to crack 
and for that moment he let himself believe it.

	Before he knew what he was doing his lips were on Shane’s trying to 
find a way to forget his pain, to put off feeling till tomorrow. He kissed him 
roughly taking the comfort his friend was offering. Shane fought against the 
savageness of the kiss, slowing it, trying to soothe his spirit. He let Vic’s tongue
roughly probe his mouth, his lips pressing hard against Shane’s consuming his mouth, 
everything he offered. Shane kept his hand on Vic’s shoulder stroking, soothing 
until they finally broke apart. 

“You can take the bed I’ll sleep on the couch.” He stood and Vic followed him 
to the bedroom. He grabbed a pillow and a blanket from a closet. 
“Bathroom’s through there.” He gestured towards a closed door on the other side 
of the room. 
"If you need anything I’ll be out there ok.” He stopped wanting to say something 
reassuring but not finding the words. Vic looked up, his eyes were distant but a 
flash of gratitude went through them as he looked at Shane.
“Night.” Vic nodded as Shane left the room shutting the door behind him. 
He threw his jacket off onto the floor and sat down on the bed head in hands as he 
fought back the anger and the pain. Numbness started to set in, he felt cold, empty, dead inside.

Finis